Song of Songs 6
1 Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful among women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with you.
Ina ƙaunataccenki ya tafi, yake mafiya kyau cikin mata? Wace hanya ce ƙaunataccenki ya bi, don mu taimake ki nemansa.
2 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Ƙaunataccena ya gangara zuwa lambunsa, zuwa inda fangulan kayan yaji suke, don yă yi kiwo a cikin lambun don kuma yă tattara furen bi-rana.
3 I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
Ni na ƙaunataccena ce, ƙaunataccena kuma nawa ne; yana kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
4 You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
Ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata, kamar Tirza, kyakkyawa kuma kamar Urushalima, mai daraja kamar mayaƙa da tutoti.
5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
Ki kau da idanu daga gare ni; gama suna rinjayata. Gashinki yana kama da garken awakin da suke gangarawa daga Gileyad.
6 Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.
Haƙoranki suna kama da garken tumakin da suke haurawa daga inda aka yi musu wanka. Kowanne yana tare da ɗan’uwansa; babu waninsu da yake shi kaɗai.
7 Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.
Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
Sarauniyoyi sittin za su iya kasance a can, da ƙwarƙwarai tamanin da kuma budurwai da suka wuce ƙirge;
9 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
amma kurciyata, cikakkiyata, dabam take, tilo kuwa ga mahaifiyarta,’yar lele ga wadda ta haife ta.’Yan mata sun gan ta suka ce da ita mai albarka; sarauniyoyi da ƙwarƙwarai sun yabe ta.
10 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
Wace ce wannan da ta bayyana sai ka ce ketowar alfijir? Kyakkyawa kamar wata, mai haske kamar rana, mai daraja kamar taurari a jere?
11 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
Na gangara zuwa cikin itatuwan almon don in ga ƙananan itatuwan da suke girma a kwari, don in ga ko inabi sun yi’ya’ya ko rumman suna fid da furanni.
12 There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
Kafin in san wani abu, sha’awarta ta sa ni a cikin keken yaƙin sarkin mutanena.
13 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
Ki dawo, ki dawo, ya Bashulammiya; ki dawo, ki dawo, don mu dube ki! Ƙaunatacce Don me kuke duban Bashulammiya sai ka ce rawar Mahanayim?
